Wednesday, March 16, 2005

Riding in Cars with Boys.

Once upon a time a long time ago in a kingdom not so far away, I began a relationship with one of my brother’s friends. Because he had been a part of our family for so long, we kept our relationship a secret for a very long time. As a result, it was difficult for us to do things alone.

On my 15th birthday (way before the legal driving age in NJ) my parents bought me a car. It was this car that allowed our relationship to flourish. We used to drive around aimlessly listening to music and talking about the million dreams we had for the future; then, at random times, we would pull over and make out like only teenagers in love can.I had never done that before I was with him (make out in a car that is) but have done it plenty of times since.

I like to make out in cars. There is nothing sexier than just getting caught up in a moment. To feel such an urgency to hold the one you are with, is the greatest feeling in the world! What’s more, I think that making out in cars holds an element of innocence that inadvertently transports you to a different time and a different circumstance, which makes the whole experience that much more exciting.

Last year, I met someone who was truly special in my life. It would be very easy for me to simply say that “he had me at hello” (he really did), but I think that he had me hooked when he pulled over his car as we were driving nowhere in particular and asked me (which btw nobody had ever done before!) if he could kiss me right then and there.

I was floored, swooned! We made out until the sun came up.

In all of my relationships, like most people, I have had ups and downs (in some more downs than ups) and I can’t ever recall a bad thing happening while I was in a car with someone. And although there are things that remind me of the bad alone, every time I get inside a car I think of the fun I’ve had, the love I’ve shared, the bruises I’ve suffered (some cars are just too small!) and what’s more, I think of the girl I was and the woman I became. I hope I never change.

The last time I made out in a car was in 1999. It was a friend/lover that lived far away. We had slept together when he came to see my in NY five nights at the W hotel. That kiss in the car was sexy, cool and I never saw him again after that.